With the kind help of Sophie Juneau, a translation of my poem
Hekates
ansigter – Kerberos --- Danish version below.
The Way of Hekate
The dog licks
With one of its tongues,
and my wounds
Heal.
While another cut, with
another jaw
Is freshly torn,
voluptuous,
Wondering
I see the blood,
beautifully
Real like no other
Colour
Rose petal bites,
generously
Spread through my limbs.
One more step, and the
third nose
Is much too close,
Much too –
Animal
Sex
Earth.
His mistress with
One glance, one
Gesture
Willed him here –
Willed my awakening
To animal –
To blood.
Her second face
Smiles
Caresses my turmoil
Confirms my femininity.
But her third face weeps
From the sharp pain
Of condemning me
To my own reality.
Pernille Vagtholm
